All Of The Worlds Will Be Mine

-Naruto World-

West of the Land of Fire, nestled alone amidst the vast expanse of the ocean, a small island stood quietly, surrounded on all sides by shimmering seawater, shining in the morning light.

Though modest in size—comparable to a small modern-day city—it held weight beyond its borders. It wasn't ruled by territory, but by it's thousand-year legacy.

For this island was home to one of the most powerful and oldest clans in the shinobi world.

The Uzumaki Clan.

Direct descendants of the Ōtsutsuki bloodline, the Uzumaki were famed across nations for their unmatched vitality, monstrous chakra reserves, unique bloodline, and formidable sealing techniques. Even in the age of hidden villages, where great clans came together and consolidated their might into a single military village, the Uzumaki's reputation never waned. Their island stood strong—rivaling even the Five Great Nations in influence and skill.

And in the heart of this historic land, nestled amidst blooming gardens and glistening koi ponds, a villa sat peacefully under the morning sun.

Though not grand in size, it exuded warmth and care. A well-trimmed garden, smooth stone paths, and vines curling softly around the windows made it clear this home was loved. The two-story house belonged to none other than the young patriarch of the Uzumaki Clan—a man respected by allies and feared by enemies.

Inside the top floor of the villa, within a cozy, sunlit room, a young boy lay curled up beneath his sheets.

He looked to be around ten years old. His round face was soft, innocent, and undeniably adorable. His chest rose and fell with slow, peaceful breaths. His bright red hair stuck out from the covers, slightly messy from the night's rest.

The tranquility didn't last long.

BAM!

The door swung open with a force only possible from years of practiced parenting.

A red-haired woman stepped inside, her expression already a mix of irritation and exasperation. She marched up to the side of the bed, hands on her hips.

"Elric!" she called, her tone gentle—at first.

No response.

She leaned in, repeating his name with growing annoyance. "Elric… Elric… Elric!"

Still no signs of life from the lump beneath the blanket.

Her eye twitched. With a long sigh, she marched to the window, grabbed the curtains, and flung them open.

Blazing sunlight poured into the room like a divine punishment.

A low growl escaped from under the covers. A hand shot up to shield delicate, sleepy eyes from the harsh light.

"Ughhh…"

Eric groaned, half-blind and completely unprepared for the assault. But the red-haired lady was unmoved. She continued nagging from beside the window, her voice rising with each passing second.

Finally, with a grumpy expression plastered on his face, the boy sat up, rubbing his eyes with both hands. His brows furrowed, his lips pouting slightly—but the moment his gaze met the stern face of the woman standing before him, he froze.

"Morning, Mom…" he muttered sheepishly.

Seeing her work complete, the woman smiled in satisfaction, turned, and walked toward the door.

"Get downstairs quick," she called over her shoulder. "Your breakfast's going to get cold."

"Okay, okay!" Eric called out as she left.

Once she was gone, he flopped back onto the bed with a sigh. The sunlight was still pouring in, but now it felt warm, not annoying. For a few seconds, he just lay there lazily, eyes half-closed, enjoying this utterly peaceful morning, he was about to fall asleep again.

Then—suddenly—his expression shifted.

Like someone who had just remembered a very important secret.

He shot upright, his eyes flunking open, without any trace of laziness, leaving behind a sleepiness.

"I almost forgot!" he blurted, excitement rushing to his face.

With newfound energy, he jumped out of bed, looked at the calendar for certainty, then raced to the bathroom, brushed his teeth at record speed, and dashed down the stairs, feet thumping loudly with every step.

Reaching the dining table, he plopped into his seat and called out eagerly.

"Mom! Where's my food?!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" his mother's voice responded from the kitchen, a bit exasperated but still affectionate. She emerged with a plate and placed it in front of him.

It is a glass of milk with handmade bread.

The food looked simple. Plain, even.

But Eric didn't care. His mind was elsewhere. Something far more important awaited him.

He wolfed down his breakfast quickly, barely tasting it, choking several times on the hard bread.

It was only after his mother gave him a loving fist that he was able to finish his meal and feel some level of calmness.

However, for a child who didn't finish his breakfast until virtually the entire morning, this was an astoundingly fast pace.

Then, with cheeks still puffed out from chewing, he looked up and asked with gleaming eyes, "Where's Dad?"

His mother paused, meeting her son's bright, expectant gaze.

She let out a sigh, already knowing what this was about.

"He's at your grandpa's house."

"Thanks!"

But she hadn't even finished the sentence before a red blur dashed past her, leaving behind only the sound of rushed footsteps and an empty chair.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she watched him vanish out the door.

"Eric!" she called after him. "Be back before dinner! Or you know the consequences"

And also don't forget to drag your father back too.

But he was already gone—racing through the garden with all the excitement a ten-year-old Uzumaki could muster, off to wherever adventure might await him next.

She let out another sigh… but this one held a faint smile.

Some things never changed.